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[color=lightsteelblue][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor: Rocaille Room -> Trophy Room 
[color=lightsteelblue][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=lightsteelblue][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 6
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	Cobalt's skin was beginning to itch. He didn't like silence, he didn't like being alone, and he was starting to grow impatient again. When he opened the door into yet another empty room, he almost cried out in despair. Was he doomed to wander an empty house for eternity? Cobalt almost started to wander if he really had woken up from his dream, or if this was just another nightmare conjured up by his fevered brain. But no, he couldn't go around thinking he was still in a dream. With every step his mind cleared more, and he doubted his imagination would have been able to conjure up the underground chapel, or the pale girl that inhabited it for that matter. This was reality, it just wasn't a reality he was enjoying at the moment. 

	Trying to distract his mind, Cobalt glanced around the room he now stood in. He'd seen rooms like this before in these grand manors, stuffed animals adorning the walls, and glassy eyes looking down at him. It didn't do anything to alleviate the silence. The two bears flanking the fireplace were a nice touch, but if anything the imitation of life only made Cobalt yearn for it more. This room was larger than the last, but Cobalt was a man on a mission, and he crossed it quickly. Behind the next door, he told himself, there would be someone, anyone. If there wasn't, then he didn't know if he could keep ignoring the scratching at the back of his head.